This journey would be bittersweet. Times change. People change. Cities change. Going back to a place where there are memories that have shaped you, changed you and made what you're today ain't easy. I must say I'm looking forward to this journey with a hint of trepidation and a flutter of anticipation. So here's to you Londontown. Here I come.
The flight attendant was very bubbly. She had the sharp features a la Audrey Hepburn with the height to match and the smile that accompanied was infectious. In front of me sat a elderly lady - severely hearing impaired with a hearing aid blinking incessantly with its green light - and a young man. They were using sign language as they conversed and when she was serving hot drinks, the girl signed to them totally wrong: she signed tea and her lips said coffee and vice versa. The woman laughed in the typical throaty way a vocally challenged person laughs and the girl embarrassed revealed that recently she’d gone to this class to learn sign language. Obviously she needs more practice!!
The plane landed in Auckland; a perfect landing. I wish I could cheer the pilot but I understand these days the autopilot does it. So for the next 24 hours, I'll be holed up in a belly of a metal beast with totally at the mercy of complex machines and equally complex people.
Ahh! The joys of flying anywhere from middle earth.
